It’s as I suspected. Gay sex Slamming him against that counter, his eyes wild as he watches me. They pool around my feet on the bathroom mat. I’ll let Karen know.”Walking up to Karen’s house, I start to second guess myself. Brad hauls himself away. “I’m good.”I nod—at a loss for words. I wonder if they taste like the liquor he is drinking. Every once in a while, when I head into the café for coffee, I have Brad load me up with a topping of whipped cream. His eyes watching me in that mirror.I lock my gaze on his, my hips rock forward and up, nearly lifting him off his feet. I lean forward and lick a swath away.Brad squirms and shivers beneath my touch.”More,” he whispers again. “Dan … more.”I withdraw my cock and coat it again, then slide home, half the cream ending up inside him, the other half dripping onto the pants around his ankles, soiling his underwear. Brad hauls himself away.
